This is number 7 on the list. To narrate a story about a person in your family.
It was a brisk January evening, and dark had fallen. A family of 5 sat in thier home not knowing what this night would bring. Something that would change their life forever.
This family had a 17 year old son. He was very handsome and very intelligent to boot. He also was in the choir at school who competed and won awards. He was brought up to be respectful and a hard worker, and he was everything a family would want out of a son.
I do not recall what he needed to go get, but he told his parents he had to go pick up something from the store. As he got into the Corvette that he was so proud of, he headed down the gravel road leading to their home.
His mother did not think this was the best car for a kid at his age, as it was a flashy sports car, but she had learned to accept it. He was pretty popular in town, not just because of who he was, but because of this flashy, red corvette. It was his proudest possession, and he had even posed for a picture in front of it for his Senior pictures.
As he turned onto the paved road, he noticed it was pretty foggy outside. He did not pay it no mind as he was going to get what he needed regardless. He turned onto an old highway he had driven a million times before, only a few miles from his home. I am not him, so I can not speculate what was going on in his mind, if his music was blasting, or anything else for that matter. The next episode would change everyones life forever.
About a mile up the road was a curve that curved to the right about 90 degrees. The fog had gotten thicker, so thick, that he did not see the curve and continued going straight right into a groupd of trees and was killed on impact. A lady that lived on the hill heard the crash, and ran down to the car but it was to late...he was gone.
I got the phone call, and at first thought it was my uncle who crashed as he and his son carry the same first name. When I found out it was my little cousin, I was crushed. I had just seen him a few days ago as we both went shopping at the mall. I bought a new winter jacket, and I still have it to this day and will keep it forever. It is the last time I seen him alive. There is so much more to the story I could share, but it really is hard to think about. The sad thing is, a year and a half later, his sister was killed in a car wreck as well. Two kids from the same mother. My two cousins. Both 17 and gone. To carry those caskets, to face my aunt and there is nothing you can do or say, just destroys everything you have inside.
What I am most proud of, out of all the writing I have ever done, is that I wrote a poem after my cousins Karlos crash which this story is about. It is engraved with my name on the back of his tombstone and will live forever. No matter if I go on to be one of the greatest writers of all time. No matter if I win awards, accolades, anything, none of it will ever matter or compare. The greatest thing I ever wrote will always be on that tombstone, for my cousin Karlo. RIP Karlo
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